As the night wore on, when most of the Imperial people in Yorktown were dressed and asleep, the backyard of Earl Orić's mansion was still brightly lit, and in the huge training center, a group of warriors from distant ancestral tribes were still struggling to temper. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Sweating profusely soaked everyone's body, snaking down every muscle crevice, the specially made training equipment humming heavily under their tremendous pull.

Mousse lowered his head, his heavy gasps drove his plump muscles to rise and fall vigorously, and his eyes were straight and fierce like a prairie wolf. His strong muscles are a few levels worse than his previous ones.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The rapid advance left a pop, and several lightning-like shadows rushed straight at him.

In an instant, the entire room was left with the sound of continuous hammering, and countless fist shadows filled every part of Mousse's body.

In the face of such an indiscriminate attack, Mousse did not move like a stubborn stone, and his muscles that swelled and strengthened were his best shield, and he became more and more tempered and hardened in the process of bearing the blow!

The muscles of the attack rose and fell like water waves, and most of the attacks could be dispersed by him to various parts of his body and quickly buffered, and this way of breaking down the pain through the ups and downs of the muscles was a foundation for the tribesmen to take root in the vast grassland.

This method is somewhat similar to Van Tremor, but it is more defensive, and of course the control of power is much more crude.

I don't know how many times he withstood the attack, Mousse finally let out a high-pitched roar, and his fists were thrown out like two shocking dragons!

Fight everyone off with one punch!

"Ahem, Chief, you're too heavy." The opponents who had been knocked out of the air barely stood up, and now they felt very laborious even to pull their fingers.

"It's not enough, continue immediately after the break, the day of the game is getting closer and closer, and no one can hold back!" Mousse gasped hard as he casually inserted a transformation fluid, B-class, into his arm.

"Chief, your absorption speed is too fast." The subordinates on the side couldn't stop wailing.

"It's because you're too slow, and if you compare it to the big leader, what am I worth?"

When they heard the three words of the big chief, all the warriors couldn't help but breathe and looked at each other.

These warriors from the tribe never dared to think that one day they would be treated so generously by the Imperials, with an unlimited supply of B-grade transformation liquid, as long as they could absorb it, they were allowed to absorb it; The best training equipment to help them break down and use the modifier fluid most quickly and strengthen the body.

Combined with the tribesmen's unique forging method, this group of warriors from the tribe is improving at a speed of thousands of miles, although they are still unable to activate their abilities, but everyone's old injuries have more or less recovered.

They were originally the most elite warriors, but they were smoothed out by suffering, and with enough resources, even Van couldn't help but be surprised by the speed at which they advanced.

With the increase in strength comes more self-confidence, especially since they still have more room for improvement, so that the illusion of freedom that was almost wiped out is like the craziest vine growing.

Self-confidence brings changes in temperament, and the rapid increase in strength brings an increase in momentum, they are no longer rats struggling to survive, but the toughest wolves on the grassland!

The only thing they could repay the man who had brought them all this was a frenzied workout day and night.

"Go on, no one is allowed to rest until the Great Leader returns!"

Regardless of the sweaty people here, there are also people who are busy in another hidden place of Earl Orić's mansion.

In the playground-sized pool, splashes of water are occasionally startled, and up close, these splashes are actually heavy alloy balls flying out of the water.

In the research room, a attentive Shelder stared at the screen, where a clear reflection of the various data of the human body was present.

"Incredible! It's incredible! Shelde looked at the heat map on the screen where the entire body turned crimson, and kept screaming, the lowest temperature of this body at the moment has reached more than 50 degrees!

"How much oxygen is there?" He asked aloud without looking back.

"This ...... This ......"

"Don't babble, answer me quickly!"

"Master...... Oxygen has long run out......"

"What!" Shielded immediately turned around, brushed aside the auxiliary researcher, and examined the data himself, "Incredible, really incredible!" How is this possible? How could he continue to be strong without oxygen underwater? ”

The researchers looked at each other, and no one could answer the question.

"Isn't that the effect of the Transforming Liquid?" Count Orich frowned slightly.

"Yes! But it's not just that! There must be something I don't know about this, the effect of Pure One is indeed extraordinary, but it has not reached such a powerful level. "Shelde was constantly shuttling between the major instruments, and he was very busy for a while.

"Master, we'll talk about these things later, what I'm concerned about now is whether Pure One can already be put into use?" Orić then asked.

"Of course not!" Shielder said without thinking, "Although the effect of the ascension has stabilized, not everyone has his anti-poison physique, and the toxicity of Pure One is still too strong." ”

"How can we speed up this process?"

"When you study this stinky boy's body thoroughly, this problem will almost be solved." Shelde said without looking back.

"So what are you waiting for?" Orić frowned.

"You think it's easy? Do you know how much time it took for the first successful mutant modifier to be born? ”

"Master...... Oxygen ......"

"Don't interrupt!" Shelde yelled hurriedly, "Because of this kid, we're making progress fast enough now, don't mess around here with you layman who doesn't know anything!" Shelder yelled at Orić instead.

"Master...... Oxygen ......"

"I said, don't interrupt!" As soon as Sheld's words fell, a huge wave suddenly splashed out of the huge pool outside the research room, and an alloy steel ball the size of a skull rushed straight out of the water like a cannonball, smashing straight and heavy on the glass of the research room!

The glass shattered in response, and the steel ball rushed in with the sound of the howling wind, as the only combatant present, Count Orich subconsciously grabbed the steel ball, but this grasp surprised him, and the inertia of the steel ball took his body around twice before it could stop! Although Count Orić didn't exert any force at first, this is amazing enough!

Faced with this scene, Shelde was stunned for a second, and then suddenly shouted urgently, "Oxygen! Quick, oxygen! ”

The researchers who listened to the order could only reluctantly hurriedly open the oxygen valve.

At this time, under the deep water, Fan's consciousness was on the verge of blurring, and he was wearing a heavy alloy armor, except for the joints, all the other places were wrapped in thick armor, and there were several small heads and alloy balls scattered around him.

This is a training method specially designed by Shelder for Van Fan, while bearing the pressure and resistance of deep water, he must try to fly the alloy balls that are constantly hitting him, so as to temper the strength and reflexes of the body, but these are not the most difficult, the most difficult is that the amount of oxygen provided to him in advance is limited, he must make reasonable use of every bit of strength, every bit of oxygen, in order to train for a longer time in this process.

Normally, after he ran out of oxygen, Shielded would immediately lift him out of the water, but today I don't know what happened, he hadn't inhaled oxygen for nearly three minutes, and in the face of the alloy iron ball that was still attacking him, even with an abnormally developed mitochondria, the oxygen stored was far beyond that of ordinary people, and he had to do his best to launch a final blow to remind Shielder that he was on the verge of collapse.

As his final blow was delivered, Shield's reaction was as he finally breathed in the fresh oxygen he hadn't seen for a long time, and the jack worked slowly at the same time, quickly lifting him out of the water.

As soon as Van came ashore, he saw Sheld, who was already waiting for him, and after getting rid of the alloy heavy armor, he did not hesitate to reach out and firmly grasp Sheld's collar.

"Hey, don't be nervous, it's just a momentary mistake!" Shielded hurriedly explained that he would not doubt the determination of the stinky boy in front of him, and if he could not satisfy him, he would definitely throw himself into the water.

"There's no next time, I won't trust you anymore." Fan said coldly, in the dozens of seconds just now, he really felt the despair of suffocation, the feeling that the vitality was worn out from the body bit by bit, but the feeling of strength, no one would like to try again.

"Fan, let go." Orić on the side couldn't stand it, and reached out to pull down Fan's arm.

But what he touched was muscles as hard as steel, and he didn't achieve anything in this pull, and Van still held Sheld's collar firmly, knowing that he used half of his strength!

Orić couldn't help but be stunned, and taking advantage of this time, Van hesitated for a moment and chose to put down Sheld.

Far from getting angry, Sheld, who landed on the ground, rubbed Van Van's wet body left and right with great excitement, and kept muttering the word "perfect" in his mouth.

At this time, Fan's appearance is no longer the same thin as he once was, and each piece of the rigid and coordinated muscle group is angular! Even Oric had to admit that Van had the most perfect battle body he had ever seen, and every muscle had been reasonably tempered to the extreme.

Of course, this has a lot to do with Shield's special training.

"How? Do you feel like you've completely absorbed Pure One? Shelder asked impatiently.

"Almost." Brahman replied expressionlessly.

"That's good, that's good, it looks like my plan is working." Shelde said, picked up a pen and frantically recorded things that others couldn't understand, "That's the end of today, you go back and rest, tomorrow will be the same." ”

Looking at the sturdy back of Van who quickly disappeared into the night, the young earl clenched his fists without a trace, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. (To be continued.) )